Personalism 101

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Personalism 101

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First topic message reminder :

This is the topic reminder post for Personalism 101.

A good place to start is right here……. https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/personalism/

My contention is that the BPWH = Personalism.

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There is no mission

Just a feeling

Visceral

Living

And

Dead

We

Are

Here

And

Have

Always

Been

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Cowboys don’t cry…

Dan’s meditation for tomorrow.

“If men possessed wisdom, which stands in the same relation to the form of man as the sight to the eye, they would not cause any injury to themselves or to others; for the knowledge of truth removes hatred and quarrels, and prevents mutual injuries.”

—Maimonides

Now we are gettin personal up in har.

O Captain! My Captain!

BY WALT WHITMAN

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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The White Ship
By H. P. Lovecraft

I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North Point light that my father and grandfather kept before me. Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.
From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old; from far Eastern shores where warm suns shine and sweet odours linger about strange gardens and gay temples. The old captains of the sea came often to my grandfather and told him of these things, which in turn he told to my father, and my father told to me in the long autumn evenings when the wind howled eerily from the East. And I have read more of these things, and of many things besides, in the books men gave me when I was young and filled with wonder.
But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean. Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. All my days have I watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more strange and more distant in space and in time. Sometimes at twilight the grey vapours of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown clear and phosphorescent, to grant me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses have been as often of the ways that were and the ways that might be, as of the ways that are; for ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
Out of the South it was that the White Ship used to come when the moon was full and high in the heavens. Out of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently over the sea. And whether the sea was rough or calm, and whether the wind was friendly or adverse, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. One night I espied upon the deck a man, bearded and robed, and he seemed to beckon me to embark for fair unknown shores. Many times afterward I saw him under the full moon, and ever did he beckon me.
Very brightly did the moon shine on the night I answered the call, and I walked out over the waters to the White Ship on a bridge of moonbeams. The man who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me in a soft language I seemed to know well, and the hours were filled with soft songs of the oarsmen as we glided away into a mysterious South, golden with the glow of that full, mellow moon.
And when the day dawned, rosy and effulgent, I beheld the green shore of far lands, bright and beautiful, and to me unknown. Up from the sea rose lordly terraces of verdure, tree-studded, and shewing here and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man told me of that land, the Land of Zar, where dwell all the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to men once and then are forgotten. And when I looked upon the terraces again I saw that what he said was true, for among the sights before me were many things I had once seen through the mists beyond the horizon and in the phosphorescent depths of ocean. There too were forms and fantasies more splendid than any I had ever known; the visions of young poets who died in want before the world could learn of what they had seen and dreamed. But we did not set foot upon the sloping meadows of Zar, for it is told that he who treads them may nevermore return to his native shore.
As the White Ship sailed silently away from the templed terraces of Zar, we beheld on the distant horizon ahead the spires of a mighty city; and the bearded man said to me: “This is Thalarion, the City of a Thousand Wonders, wherein reside all those mysteries that man has striven in vain to fathom.” And I looked again, at closer range, and saw that the city was greater than any city I had known or dreamed of before. Into the sky the spires of its temples reached, so that no man might behold their peaks; and far back beyond the horizon stretched the grim, grey walls, over which one might spy only a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. I yearned mightily to enter this fascinating yet repellent city, and besought the bearded man to land me at the stone pier by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying: “Into Thalarion, the City of a Thousand Wonders, many have passed but none returned. Therein walk only daemons and mad things that are no longer men, and the streets are white with the unburied bones of those who have looked upon the eidolon Lathi, that reigns over the city.” So the White Ship sailed on past the walls of Thalarion, and followed for many days a southward-flying bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of which it had appeared.
Then came we to a pleasant coast gay with blossoms of every hue, where as far inland as we could see basked lovely groves and radiant arbours beneath a meridian sun. From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. And the bearded man spoke no word, but watched me as we approached the lily-lined shore. Suddenly a wind blowing from over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled. The wind grew stronger, and the air was filled with the lethal, charnel odour of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries. And as we sailed madly away from that damnable coast the bearded man spoke at last, saying: “This is Xura, the Land of Pleasures Unattained.”
So once more the White Ship followed the bird of heaven, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes. Day after day and night after night did we sail, and when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of the oarsmen, sweet as on that distant night when we sailed away from my far native land. And it was by moonlight that we anchored at last in the harbour of Sona-Nyl, which is guarded by twin headlands of crystal that rise from the sea and meet in a resplendent arch. This is the Land of Fancy, and we walked to the verdant shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams.
In the Land of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death; and there I dwelt for many aeons. Green are the groves and pastures, bright and fragrant the flowers, blue and musical the streams, clear and cool the fountains, and stately and gorgeous the temples, castles, and cities of Sona-Nyl. Of that land there is no bound, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another more beautiful. Over the countryside and amidst the splendour of cities rove at will the happy folk, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness. For the aeons that I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. I climbed gentle hills from whose summits I could see entrancing panoramas of loveliness, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and with the golden domes of gigantic cities glittering on the infinitely distant horizon. And I viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, the crystal headlands, and the placid harbour wherein lay anchored the White Ship.
It was against the full moon one night in the immemorial year of Tharp that I saw outlined the beckoning form of the celestial bird, and felt the first stirrings of unrest. Then I spoke with the bearded man, and told him of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, which no man hath seen, but which all believe to lie beyond the basalt pillars of the West. It is the Land of Hope, and in it shine the perfect ideals of all that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate. But the bearded man said to me: “Beware of those perilous seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. In Sona-Nyl there is no pain nor death, but who can tell what lies beyond the basalt pillars of the West?” Natheless at the next full moon I boarded the White Ship, and with the reluctant bearded man left the happy harbour for untravelled seas.
And the bird of heaven flew before, and led us toward the basalt pillars of the West, but this time the oarsmen sang no soft songs under the full moon. In my mind I would often picture the unknown Land of Cathuria with its splendid groves and palaces, and would wonder what new delights there awaited me. “Cathuria,” I would say to myself, “is the abode of gods and the land of unnumbered cities of gold. Its forests are of aloe and sandalwood, even as the fragrant groves of Camorin, and among the trees flutter gay birds sweet with song. On the green and flowery mountains of Cathuria stand temples of pink marble, rich with carven and painted glories, and having in their courtyards cool fountains of silver, where purl with ravishing music the scented waters that come from the grotto-born river Narg. And the cities of Cathuria are cinctured with golden walls, and their pavements also are of gold. In the gardens of these cities are strange orchids, and perfumed lakes whose beds are of coral and amber. At night the streets and the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned from the three-coloured shell of the tortoise, and here resound the soft notes of the singer and the lutanist. And the houses of the cities of Cathuria are all palaces, each built over a fragrant canal bearing the waters of the sacred Narg. Of marble and porphyry are the houses, and roofed with glittering gold that reflects the rays of the sun and enhances the splendour of the cities as blissful gods view them from the distant peaks. Fairest of all is the palace of the great monarch Dorieb, whom some say to be a demigod and others a god. High is the palace of Dorieb, and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. In its wide halls many multitudes assemble, and here hang the trophies of the ages. And the roof is of pure gold, set upon tall pillars of ruby and azure, and having such carven figures of gods and heroes that he who looks up to those heights seems to gaze upon the living Olympus. And the floor of the palace is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the Narg, gay with gaudy fish not known beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria.”
Thus would I speak to myself of Cathuria, but ever would the bearded man warn me to turn back to the happy shores of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is known of men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria.
And on the thirty-first day that we followed the bird, we beheld the basalt pillars of the West. Shrouded in mist they were, so that no man might peer beyond them or see their summits—which indeed some say reach even to the heavens. And the bearded man again implored me to turn back, but I heeded him not; for from the mists beyond the basalt pillars I fancied there came the notes of singer and lutanist; sweeter than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl, and sounding mine own praises; the praises of me, who had voyaged far under the full moon and dwelt in the Land of Fancy.
So to the sound of melody the White Ship sailed into the mist betwixt the basalt pillars of the West. And when the music ceased and the mist lifted, we beheld not the Land of Cathuria, but a swift-rushing resistless sea, over which our helpless barque was borne toward some unknown goal. Soon to our ears came the distant thunder of falling waters, and to our eyes appeared on the far horizon ahead the titanic spray of a monstrous cataract, wherein the oceans of the world drop down to abysmal nothingness. Then did the bearded man say to me with tears on his cheek: “We have rejected the beautiful Land of Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold again. The gods are greater than men, and they have conquered.” And I closed my eyes before the crash that I knew would come, shutting out the sight of the celestial bird which flapped its mocking blue wings over the brink of the torrent.
Out of that crash came darkness, and I heard the shrieking of men and of things which were not men. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and chilled me as I crouched on the slab of damp stone which had risen beneath my feet. Then as I heard another crash I opened my eyes and beheld myself upon the platform of that lighthouse from whence I had sailed so many aeons ago. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a vessel breaking up on the cruel rocks, and as I glanced out over the waste I saw that the light had failed for the first time since my grandfather had assumed its care.
And in the later watches of the night, when I went within the tower, I saw on the wall a calendar which still remained as when I had left it at the hour I sailed away. With the dawn I descended the tower and looked for wreckage upon the rocks, but what I found was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as of the azure sky, and a single shattered spar, of a whiteness greater than that of the wave-tips or of the mountain snow.
And thereafter the ocean told me its secrets no more; and though many times since has the moon shone full and high in the heavens, the White Ship from the South came never again.

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by Post Eschaton Punk Wed Nov 23, 2022 11:48 am

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Neither Doug nor I have heard from Dan in the last few days.

Let’s hope he is doing OK.

Will let y’all know if we hear anything.

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Heard from Dan.

It’s not good.

I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him.

He seems still way out of it.

Seems like he is living in Twin Peaks.

I’m just going to say this.

Forgive me Dan.

Forgive me OMF crew.

But I have said several times I suspected Dan was not well for all this time.

I think somehow he was allowed to play out his fantasies.

Ron/Foot, The Princess, all in on it in a way.

I know, sounds extreme.

Let me just say, I believe now Dan has totally lost his touch with this place.

He makes no sense, do any of us on Earth make any sense really?

I think Dan is lost in his psychosis now.

Perhaps his brain 🧠 was really damaged.

I don’t know the details of his current medical situation, those are personal.

I think he should speak about it if he desires to or is ever able to.

I believe he will be spending Thanksgiving in the hospital.

I may try to contact his wife and see if I can be of any assistance.

They probably don’t want him having any contact with anyone he normally does.

I’ll try to speak to Dan tomorrow.

He sounds scared, lonely.

I don’t know if he is still in contact with Ron.

If Ron is his friend, I hope he is being the best friend he can be.

I just don’t know.

My inner voice is saying things to me.

I’ll do my best.

I’m hurting for the old chicken, crazy or not.

I’m just as crazy in my way, I can just wear the mask in the world really well these days.

You know that feeling of helplessness when you pass an accident and you think you want to help, but you just keep driving, because you see people are assisting.

I’m sure his family is in a lot of pain.

Has he been silenced?

Thought crossed my mind.

Well, you can’t silence the spirit of truth.

It’s just impossible.

It will always pop up somewhere else.

It’s really none of my business.

I’m not even a close friend.

I’m more just someone he can sound off.

Still, this is hitting my harder than I thought it would.

I guess he got under my skin and I feel responsible for him on some level.

All this crazy stuff he has been chasing or has been chasing him has a source.

I’ve tried to redirect him from it to no avail I suppose.

I suppose I have never really believed Dan.

I guess I never have really trusted him or his friends.

I play the fool, but trust is earned.

You can’t naively trust strangers.

Not in this weird world anyway.

Dan is kinda still a stranger to me.

In a way, I feel we are all responsible for each other and all of this somehow.

In fact, I know we are if we have the courage to accept that big picture.

It’s big, like really really big.

And it’s small and very intimate.

No one who speaks up is really invisible anymore.

Can’t put that genie back in the bottle.

There is only one way, through it, straight on.

See, this damn Jesus dude is in my head and heart too.

He says, love em all anyway.

He’s not a stranger to me.

Dan has never acted the way I expected Jesus would.

But what do I know?

I’m just a dumb smelly

We are all just probably software or wetware playing out our scripts.

It seems the only real explanation to me.

What does a software/wetware program know about love really?

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Beautiful holiday with the fam.

Hope you all had a great one with yours.

Heard from Doug today.

Seems Dan is ok and chirping at Doug for now.

I had told him I was busy.

It seems he’s on a train

he can’t get off of.

This is how it is with mental illness.

Perhaps this has also been aggravated by medication and physical issues.

I won’t call it illness.

They just exist in their own world.

It seems Dan’s family doesn’t want to see him now.

It makes me very sad.

Dan has always spoken so much about personalism.

For myself, my family and the connections I have are the meaning of my life.

When we live for missions, we destroy the meaning inherent in our lives.

I don’t believe in or accept missions.

I think missions are mental illness.

Mental illness is caused I feel when our bodies cannot connect to our essence.

The body fades and degrades faster in this state.

I do feel Dan is fading away.

It is probably best to leave him be.

He can drown you if you get too close.

Unlike Ron, I have only pointed Dan back toward his life.

Not beyond it.

I do not know Ron and the Princess and their friends.

Doug is the only human being I have found in their orbit to date I have personally connected with.

Perhaps I only see them through Dan’s warped lens, being a human who chooses to see the best in things, I assume Dan has been projecting his inner mania onto all of us in a way.

Missions are for egos who can’t find the real meaning in their lives.

Missions serve the interests of other forces and egos.

I tell you one thing I know to my core.

God has no mission for you.

My view and experience of God is love.

There are riddles before us to be sure and to engage with them is to be drawn deeper into love and closer to the source.

But this experience is healing and I have found, pure joy.

Ecstasy even.

You exist here to experience this I feel and you can go as deep as you can into life, into yourself.

That’s my smelly

view anyway.

For the missionaries, I feel deep sadness for you.

Missionaries are only seeking what they feel they lack.

But truthfully, they lack nothing.

Quests followed and completed though ultimately show you this.

So we may all need to go on one big quest, one heroic journey.

But once the connection is reestablished, rest and relax.

Stay vigilant against your own evil and ignorance from then on.

Careful.

You may end up babbling in a hospital

I have done my best to ease Dan’s pain and share the love within me.

Is there anything else to do in true friendship?

If I see a wounded bird, my natural desire is to offer aid.

I feel very fortunate to not have lost my mind.

I feel very fortunate to be able to enjoy my garden.

I feel very fortunate to have my family and friends and my dogs.

I know I have a rich full life lacking nothing.

It is when we feel we lack something that we are most vulnerable.

To stand before the Devil or God seeking nothing seems to me the supreme act of gratefulness.

We have all we need.

It is only us who cuts ourselves off in confusion.

I know each has to find their own way back.

We can only point and encourage, we cannot do another’s work.

Sometimes the greatest mercy is to leave someone in their confused state.

They have to work it out.

It would mean nothing if you didn’t do it yourself.

I wish all of us restored connection and awareness.

I remember the storm.

I remember the pain.

I remember the seeking and confusion.

And the doubt, oh that terrible doubt.

But I will enjoy my rest now and I wish that for all.

“But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Then fly to others that we know not of?”

—Shakespeare - Hamlet

by **dan** Fri Nov 25, 2022 7:57 pm

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Chivo,

I deeply appreciate your continuity of Command……

We’re back………. and we’re ready to rumble!!!

First of all, you know squat about missions.

Creation is my mission……. should I choose accept it.

But, apparently……. I already have, because that’s exactly what I’m doing!!!

I know it’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

Just imagine……. someone had to invent the Holocaust…… as a for instance.

I assure you that the Holocaust was not spontaneous combustion.

It had to be the Holocaust to end all holocausts.

(cont………..)

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You okay?

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U,

I’m fine.

It’s you we might wonder about.

I had to delete your F-bomb post.

Otherwise, the floor is open to you and all others.

You do have to join to post.

One may experience delays.

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I am only in command of myself.

Dan, we disagree about missions.

Perhaps you are still scrambled eggs, perhaps you always have been.

I like poached eggs myself.

“The mind is its own place and,
in itself can make a heaven of hell
or a hell of heaven."

“Now the thought.
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
That witnessed huge affliction and dismay
Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate:
At once as far as angels ken he views
The dismal situation waste and wild,
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulfur unconsumed.”

—John Milton, Paradise Lost

“Midway in the journey of our life, I awoke to
find myself alone and lost in a dark wood,
having wandered from the straight path.”

—Dante - The Divine Comedy

Go and love the ones you were led to.

That’s your only mission.

Make the best of it when your life is thrown off course.

Metanoia.

You, nor I, know how we got here.

We live forwards.

Straight on.

by **dan** Sat Nov 26, 2022 2:49 am

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Chivo,

What do you get so cranked up about.

All I have to do is sit around and admire my own work.

Ain’t she a beaut?

And she’s only getting more beautiful 🤩, from here on out!!!

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I’m not cranked up, I’m zeroed in.

God doesn’t send us to hell, we send ourselves.

“The doors of hell are locked on the inside.”

When we refuse the divine love/light it lights up fires

of suffering within us.

That is hell, the inferno.

Knowing is not enough.

You have to learn to use your intellect to make good choices.

One must gain the discipline of the Will.

Purgatory is the place of catharsis and cleansing of the soul.

Where imperfections are burned away.

Are you burning 🥵

Pride more than anything else blocks our way.

All that have become human must pass through the same gates.

Perhaps I am become Virgil.

The path is to Self-Knowledge.

In the garden, we desired to be as God.

Contrapasso.

What virtue have you gained?

What have you let go of?

The light will become so bright, you will see nothing else, that is union.

To enter heaven is to become completely human.

by **dan** Sat Nov 26, 2022 3:24 am

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Post by dan Sat Nov 26, 2022 3:24 am

10:30 zulu time ………..

Chivo,

Who said anything about Hell?

You’re carrying around a heck of a burden, Chivo.

It’s called the white man’s Burden.

The white

is the Devil, Hisself.

See my Alter, here?

Step right up to my Alter.

White, yellow, brown, black, red……….

Especially all you, purple people eaters.

Step right up and lay down your Burden…….. white, yellow, brown, black, red and purple Burdens.

1100 zulu………..

We are just about find out that each of our burdens has been infinitely customized for all eternity…….. just to fit each and every one of our uniquely crafted personhoods.

1200zulu………..

So, which one of us is the best possible person?

Now, there’s a suggestive question

‍!!!

I’ll have to think about that one over breakfast

🧇 !!!
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And I just saw U’s post, above, which I have liked, along with Chivo!!

Yes, U, we have been here, forever……….!

It’s all about Pratītyasamutpāda…… of course!!

(cont………..).

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Dan, so nice to see you here and hope you had a nice gobble, gobble day!

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99,

How was your Thanksgiving?

Where is your family, 99?

I don’t know if you have mentioned relatives. I don’t recall, actually.

Mine are MIA and AWOL!!!

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dan wrote:U,

I’m fine.

It’s you we might wonder about.

I had to delete your F-bomb post.

Otherwise, the floor is open to you and all others.

You do have to join to post.

One may experience delays.

Ha!

Sorry Dan.

It was concern and surprise.

Old habits.

Hope you are well.

You're sounding like your old self, so that's very good news.

by Post Eschaton Punk Sat Nov 26, 2022 8:55 am

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I carry no burdens Dan.

I do believe you are in Hell.

I wish you well my friend and I hope you find your way back.

One day, at your death, you will see who people have been in your life and who you have been.

Until then, I wish you peace.

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dan wrote:99,

How was your Thanksgiving?

Where is your family, 99?

I don’t know if you have mentioned relatives. I don’t recall, actually.

Mine are MIA and AWOL!!!

Hi Dan,
My Thanksgiving was wonderful! The food was wonderful too. Thanks for asking. Turned out to be a really good day.

Also, my immediate family is located in Ohio, San Francisco and San Antonio. Let's just say we're kind of all over the place. Smile

by **dan** Sat Nov 26, 2022 4:30 pm

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Your family is like the old Sherwin Williams logo ……..l

WE COVER THE WORLD

……… paint

Not too Eco friendly!!!

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LOL, right you are Dan!

We're positioned to even take over the world if necessary!

And for the next generation, it'll be the universe!

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99,

Take over the Universe/Multiverse………?

More power to you and your clan…… as long as you allow me to
belong to your Clan!!

Today the World

……..

Tomorrow the Multiverse!!!!

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Yay! The multiverse sounds even better.

I invite you to join our clan Dan.

But before you join, I bestow upon you the Irish Blessings...

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

May the leprechauns dance over your bed and bring you sweet dreams.

May the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.

If you're lucky enough to be Irish...
You're already lucky enough

May you have love that never ends,
Lots of money, and lots of friends.
Health be yours, whatever you do,
And may God send many blessings to you!

May peace and plenty bless your world.
With a joy that long endures
And may all life's passing seasons
Bring the best to you and yours.

The grace of God on you.

Always remember to forget.
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

Just read that over and you're "in". Simple as that!

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0700zulu-time………..

Well, sports fans, I’ve pretty much figured out the Eschaton.

It is excruciatingly simple.

There are just two models of cosmology…… the circular and the elliptical.

0820zulu…….

These two models are both based upon classical physics.

The circular model is Ptolemaic.

The elliptical model is Newtonian.

A third approximation might be a third degree curve…. or some such thing.

Actually, the next step beyond the conic sections are the

smooth, projective, algebraic curves of genus one, on which there is a specified point O. An elliptic curve is defined over a field K and describes points in K2, the Cartesian product of K with itself. If the field's characteristic is different from 2 and 3, then the curve can be described as a plane algebraic curve which consists of solutions (x, y) for: https://wikimedia.org/api/rest_v1/media/math/render/svg/3dbe6cab1bc2c7f1c99757dc6e5d7a517cf9b4f8

And, for some strange reason, these beasts are called elliptic curves.

Go figure……!

And don’t worry

, I’m just showing off some excess education.

(cont…….)

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Welcome back to this world Dan!

Today the World ……..

Tomorrow the Multiverse!!!!

_________________
"We know the future"

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